To Catch a Firefly

by Emmy Sanders

How, when we’re together, all I can see is blue. He’s blue, and our story is washed in it. It’s waterfalls and a quick beating heart. It’s starlit skies and the feeling of home. It’s paint, splashed across the floor, a messy declaration of loyalty. It’s the look in his eyes, both familiar and exciting. It’s a million shades of relief and compassion, understanding and trust. It’s all the memories that bind us together. It’s cool and quenching, and it burns like nothing else. Blue is love. To me, it’s love. And that’s always been Lucky.